Real Talk about real narcissists, sociopaths and psychopaths.

Narcissists, sociopaths and psychopaths are all around us.    The previous notions that they are serial killers, behind bars or lurking on the outskirts of society are false.   Not only are they amongst us, they are in the places we go, our families, our communities, in our places of worship, hospitals, recreational facilities, clubs, they are everywhere that we are.    They are not quietly lurking online or reinventing themselves on dating apps.   They are in our lives, in the lives and influencing and impacting the lives of our children, all over the world. It is estimated that one in 14 people have this character disturbance and I do not agree with this number and believe it is a higher number with a global presence. There is a myth that they are locked up, serial killers and in the prison system. While some are locked up and some are serial killers one in twelve people are amongst us, in our communities, hospitals, government, schools, places of worship and other typical place

Narcissists, sociopaths and psychopaths are all around us.    It is estimated that one in 14 people have this character disturbance and I do not agree with this number and believe it is a higher number with a global presence. There is a myth that they are locked up, serial killers and in the prison system. While some are locked up and some are serial killers one in twelve people are amongst us, in our communities, hospitals, government, schools, places of worship and other typical places we go to by choice or need without anticipating that we are amongst those who intend to harm, destroy, destruct others and are   primarily overlooked, under the radar and free to wreak havoc on our people, family, children and communities.   This character disturbance does not discriminate according to where you were born, what class or ethnicity you were born into or how wealthy or poor you were.      The number of people walking around creating havoc, terror, destruction, abuse and demise to oth

The catastrophic,  out of focus, indecisive , zombie-like, verge of tears or crying, fragile, skittish anxiety meets lethargic lack luster existence, hyper vigilant paranoia and self doubt,  constant bombardment of self defeating thoughts, inability to experience enjoyment, shaking in terror,  obsessively rehashing past conversations seeking understanding, bottomless grief we experience in the wake of narcissistic abuse eventually leaves our lives if we give ourselves adequate space and time to heal.  In order to heal we need to dive right into the pain.  We cannot get through it without first getting into it. The pain is torture.  At times it feels as though we will never do another thing, be another way aside from a person drowning in misery.  It seems to be so full, so strong and heavy that it threatens to linger, strangle, choke our very being and never stop.   But it does stop.   Not only does it stop, it ends completely.     In the midst of the pain, soon after ending a rel

As they entered the door his face changed.   The broad, almost grimacing smile twisted then flattened into a deadpan fish eye stare.   As he stepped inside  he dropped the babies bag in the foyer and trudged forward toward the stairs in silence.      One toddler accidentally toppled over and banged her tiny head on the side of the stair gate.     A fresh peach bruise appeared as she shrieked in fear and pain.   Without even glancing at the child he stepped right over.   He did not look back.    As the baby began to wail and sob she sped to the toddler’s side.   Another child concerned and worried bent beside her mother. “Does she need ice?   Can I get her a band aid?” The mother cradled the screaming toddler and kissed the top of her head.   The other children appeared gathering around, quietly sensing the moment was serious one but not for the reasons that a child normally would.   Tenderly tracing her sister’s tears the oldest sister began to sing, “mommy loves Rosi